I Write Of That Journey
I remember how my mother would hold me.
I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.
I understand now what was happening.
Love so strong a force
it broke the
and she disappeared from everything
for a blessed
All actions have evolved
From the taste of flight;
the hope of freedom
moves our cells
Unable to live on the earth,
Mira ventured out alone in the sky -
I write of that journey
of becoming as
Don't forget love;
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across
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